Excuse me, excuse me Mr.BBG. Will there be a field trip? If there is will we use a school bus or will we need drivers? I asked my mom but she said that she 80 years old and asked why I am so odd. I said, "Not even!", but she didn't get it. I think she is having one of her headaches again. Can I have a window seat? Can I pick who I sit with? Will it be the buddy system? Should we bring money for treats? My mom said not to buy things with sugar. I'm not sure why. She said I can pack my own lunch. That will be cool. Are you going to bring a lunch? Do you get to pack your own lunch? I like my sandwiches cut diagonal. Do you do that too? Will there be a permission form? i don't live with my mom but my son is 22 so he is old enough to sign. He said something about this being another topic for a therapy session. He's so funny. Now he looks like he has the same kind of headache as mom. Mr. BBG? Why do you look like you now have the same kind of headache? After the field trip will there be a test? Can I use colour pencils to write the test? Mr. BBG? Why are you under your desk? Mr. BBG?
<<<Says "Ahhhh....just getting my red pen I dropped." Takes a deep breath, knowing she is a good "Kid" and is very enthusiastic about learning....who just needs to lay off the sugar and go outside and get some energy out by running around. "There it is, got it!"
Get up and the bell rings. He sees her looking innocently at him, smiling and waiting for answers to her question. He takes a second deep breath and then says "Yes, school bus, that's a funny joke..." reaching into his desk he pulls out and hands to her to give to her mother a bottle of ibuprofen and flyer for a nice day spa "...yes, no as headaches are contagious in the class right now and want everyone to be well for Library, for you yes, No treats and NO Sugary Products before school, I'm sure you can (NO Sugar, school Rules), yes, yes but I go through a service called 'We pack 'em!' , sometimes depends on my mood, of course but waiving it for you, your Son is off the hook, hopefully your family can get a group rate, no I'm fine thank you, no next week and sure. Now run along now, I don't want you to be late for your next class. She smiles and says "Thank you Mr. BBG!" looking pleased he answered , but still confused. He figuared it will take her a couple of periods to sift through the answers...
<<<He reaches into his desk drawer for the ibuprofen, before he realizes he just gave the bottle to her for her mother. "Well, she probably needs it more than I do." He thinks as he walks over to the window, opens it, takes a deep breath in, in the few minutes left between classes and rubs his temples. "She's a good kid, just really needs to lay off the sugar." he thinks to himself and smiles...